Had been following my sister (I think) and another girl around a historic old town Seattle... though it wasn't the Seattle I remember.. it was some fucked up jumble of the old style downtown of the city I grew up in (K-12) and with sprinkles of a slum-like feel. I had 3 dogs in tow... none of them were on leashes and I felt constantly stressed out with them going into the road with traffic. We were trying to locate the place I got my hair done last - it wasn't the first place I told them... my memory had faltered... so then I remembered the business card and said "Red Light" - but then quickly realized it was not the same place. The place I kept seeing was in the old Pizza Plus building - but instead of it being a pizza joint...it had those old fashioned chair/dome hair driers lined on either side so when you walk in, you are walking down an isle of them on either side.
Those 2 got ahead of me, or I of them, and suddenly I felt lost and frantic because didn't know where I was... this place was unfamiliar. I ended up somehow backtracking to a house that we had been staying at... the girl that had maybe been the host... had arrived back with Jenn and threw a carry on suitcase against the wall... in the outer pockets, candy variety galore...I remember I wanted whoppers and not milk duds - cause milk duds stick to your teeth.... a swarm of kids showed up to raid the candy pockets.
Inside the actual main compartment of the suitcase were drugs... wrapped in wrappers to make them look candy-like.. but they weren't for kids, weren't made that way to be attractive to kids.. it was simply a color coding used by the supplier to indicate the strength of the drug itself. The way they were wrapped made me think of bottle rockets...but with out the stick attached.
When I woke up it felt as though I had been crying in my sleep.
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